Moving along from the Candy Factory we don’t really know where we’re going, only that we seek the places shut away, forgotten and ignored. There is an idea of where a location might be but in the course of looking for it we see something irresistible.
Tabula Rasa’s term for a building like this is “catnip”, as we’re like a pair of curious, playful kittens when presented with a building of this nature and apparent quality.
Old, stately, a lot of intact glass and tightly sealed doors. However despite the impending rain the sun was metaphorically shining on us as we found an easy point of entry and shimmied our way in to a little room. The age and neglect of the building was obvious as the odor of mold and wood rot was everywhere. Upon entering the sanctuary we were awed into silence. This is what we were hoping to find.
A very cautious climb up the stairs gains us the balcony, above that we feared to tread due to the amount of rot all the wood seemed to be suffering. The balcony itself was risky enough for the both of us and view it provided was well worth that risk.